The holidays weren’t usually celebrated at the Atlas Compound. Holidays were useless, training was much more important. But this year, Ironwood wasn’t at the compound. Nobody really knows why, but that leaves a lot of freedom for the troops. Winter doesn’t entirely approve of this scene, watching her soldiers scramble to put together a tree and decor. You stood out to her, your excitement clear. This made her soften. She soon enough sat down next to you, watching the snow fall outside.